Best Unknowing Poems
Wrapped in the passion of the moment
engulfed in a cascade of a emotion
carried by a gushing torrent of desire
dancing on the rapids of uncertainty
two unknowing hearts intertwined
in the rapture of blinding passion
rush toward forbidden waters.
In the midst of love's blissful chaos
will two unknowing hearts whirl
perilously over confusion's cliff
and plunge helplessly toward
the jagged rocks of ill-fated love,
or will two unknowing hearts
be found desperately clinging
to the last branch of innocents?
One another, we shyly
look at each other...
You, assured
I, unknowingly
Our eyes meet
our hearts beat
Souls intertwined,
and I know...
...you are mine
staring at forever!
grinning,
empty;
free of meaning...
this slippery surface of merCurious illuMentation;
an ephemeral shining at the back of the mind,
illuminating the limits of the fatal skin-we're-in --
it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing
before this bottomless bliss
listening to the sound only the heart can hear
reasons un-wound fall unbound toward
a pointlessness of
parallaxing into tunnel-vision -
where the paralysis of analysis 'n indecision
gets
wrapped up
in many Mansions,
for LotusBlossomslaughter.
True judgment, the seed of disagreement,
Can never exist without true knowing.
Prognosticators spread in allegement,
Sages sternly warn of evil sowing.
Who can say what happens behind closed doors,
Shrouds of unknowing, known only by one.
Everyone else can create all horrors,
Only assuming what was truly done.
Such ignorance leads to adverse actions,
Advancing accused perpetrator's doom.
Separating others into factions,
Sealing the stone of the victim's dark tomb.
Before voicing any future hearsay,
Simply let your hidden thoughts fade away.
Now audible, the ticking to that;
Infinite and complete 'Complete absorption'
-Unwillingness to concede overtakes.
What I have known all my life;
The only true denouement of all
stories,The only true destination of all
journeys - Yet I deny
The mind is smart enough to realize,But
the heart provides solace to that,
startled mind; And convinces it of it's
inability to know
the time
Epitaph for My Father, an Everyman
(Written with John Hughes in mind,
as he will understand)
One night in particular, I recall, inside a restaurant,
(although I hadn’t noticed any problem) my father
Shouted, yes, more a shout than a question,
“Don’t you know who I am!”
This regional, southern PA tennis champion,;
This small town WWII war hero ;
This high school history teacher beloved
By his students, with an intellect respected by peers;
This upstanding father, who had run for city council;
This father who laughed at
My good-nihjt kisses on the crown of his head;
This man, oh, my father had felt so disrespected
That the manager came puffing with apologies,
And a change of tables and waiters, according to
Some set routine,as this hadn’t been the first time,
I’m sure. Still, my father accepted the deference,
While I began a half-century of wondering
About those men on that night. Just how
Did my father expect to be received by
A tired waiter, nearly dead on his feet?
I do not believe heaven counts up the numbers
Of tears that fall at our funerals, nor
Checks the milestones on resumes.
Lord, forgive my unknowing
As I forgive the unknowing of others,
To put mutual respect and your love in that place!
For most of life, I think I expected modest
Little in meetings, but, I think,
Age keeps count,
Age heralds a certain pride in its survival
Of decades battling the trials of life —
As they blanket us in ways unseen
By others, unknown to any but God.
So, like my father, I might, no, I do want
To shout, “Do you know who I am!”
Within all the entryways, hoping
Disregard will be waylaid, and
Eminence will be a suit that fits.
If all we ever did was smile on one downcast,
Or if we wrote such famed lines
As a president quotes, each of us matters.
Celebrity is us all
In our minds, not only for the few, as here...
On this earth, as we stand
Each a one among billions,
All already having His grace
To accept and realize the honor of fully being
Blessedly ourselves.
(C) sally young esinger 9/18/20
Thanks be to God! And,all, staywell
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unknowing she knows me
unraveling slowly
Bandages binding
constricting the wind
cooling the sun fall
red orange and royal
fields that I’ve dreamt
but never within
unknowing she greets me
a bow and curtsy
with king purple robe
and crown for my head
in lavender oil
washes the toiled
brow and in honor
lays in my bed
unknowing she holds me
closer than earthly
skin drapes the structure
of bones in a man
rending the fable
holding me stable
knowing she loves
the fool that I am
People have said that love is blind,
and that our hearts will lead the way.
That day I realized in order to find love,
you must be blind folded and led astray.
My path crossed with an unknowing angel,
Wandering her path as blind as can be.
And with my luck this wandering angel,
just so happened to fly down to me.
She was unable to see the world around her,
and trusted me to be her guide.
I took her by the hand,
and led the way with pride.
At the end of the path her vision returned,
and she looked into my eyes.
It was her turn to take me by the hand,
and lead me with her into the skies.
The unknowing angel doubted her beauty,
and believed she was a mess.
But that hasnt stopped me from falling in love,
with the girl wearing the oreo dress.
Dedicated the the oreo cookie that sorrounds my filling.
Looking around, trying to hide
wanting to be seen,
acting dumb, nothing known,
my senses stay so keen.
No, we've never met
can't remember if we had
contacts that know me
think of me as bad.
Sometimes speak the truth
most of the time I lie
nighttime keeps me busy
best time to spy.
Sleep in alleys, meet on jets
hide in hotel rooms
cut my hair, grow a beard
different identities I assume.
Slowly gaining trust
been called a best friend
not knowing when finished
never see me again.
Bragged that I'm wealthy
or world's greatest lover
yes, there's lots of perks
working undercover.
Searching for answers
wishing knew the questions
learning who strayed the path
teaching them a lesson.
Looking for missing money
jewelry that's turned hot
trying to assist you
keeping what you got.
No matter what asked to do
never say can't
that's the reason I'm called
The World's Greatest Plant.
today for me
presently is
3/5/2019
break it down
20
-19
=1
as
5
-3
=2
so
1
+2
=3
and
2
+3
=5
and so
on and
on and
so on
and...
forever fibernocci
is all i see so you
and i become
geometrical
sensibilities
romantic
anomalies
subsequently
sensuality
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The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school,
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun,
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled.
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing
From darkness, deep, deep and black--
we are born into mist and fog,
into the Cloud of Unknowing
where we can see only shapes and shadows
as we struggle... lost, fearful, half-blind,
wanting clarity...seeking God, but stumbling,
always prone to tripping in the dark.
I watched intently
My eyes In conflict, to not know
To not have ever witnessed, this which
Now unfolds before my eyes.
I'm beyond the age of a child
That seeks shelter in mother's bosom
I'm beyond that of a young buck who has
Caught the scent & pursues his first love
I'm not to the age that my skin
Resembles the walnut seed
Not to the age where life has slowed to
Which would allow time to tend the blooms
I've witnessed many things,but what I witness now is beyond my grasp of what's
Possible in this life, I've heard of
Miracles, seeing, & doing Godly things
My heart beats faster than the wings flapping on a hummingbird's flight
I'm more excited than that of a young
Coming down stair on Christmas morning
And....
Well....
I owe it to you...
Such profound beauty & benevolence
You are an Angel sent to teach us
I have witnessed to most beautiful act
Of selfless courage & love I've ever seen
Though I could never be you
I can change, I will change
You will never know nor see
But you are my mentor
I want to be like thee
R.K.H
To not know bliss is such a shame,
Forfeit fond ease in drowning cause;
Too late for shame the fleeting face,
Toss out the woes of telling times;
Ignite the loss with tinder box,
Diet and then feed that lightning blaze;
Eat away then the missing link,
Forgo group think as fancy springs;
Waltz by the bay with selfish plots,
Amass a maze of blurry lines;
Thus unknowing well can sweet sell,
The burning sums the anguish felt;
Growing up wise is no surprise,
For life in hell is earth on fire!
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2015
Singapore
At Peace
A dark cloud of cancer looms on the horizon.
Will it simply pass or rest above me, and shower demise?
Or will the clouds break with the power of thanksgiving love,
And His wonderful face shine on me?
Will I allow a shadowed and troubled soul invite mourners,
Or break in tears by fallen loved ones who no longer care?
Whatever direction that dark cloud trade winds ride,
I trust in the Lord, and give thanks, with hands and head raised,
That whatever the ailment, I consume His power and my sufferings hide.
May unbelievers gather strength from His strength, as I do...
and find peace as I have and be saved as so many before have too.
There is peace... thank you!
by Martin Braun
January 6, 2024